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    God Speed The Plow, The Farmers Arms or Success to the Farmer

    Let the wealthy and great live in splendor and state.

    I envy them not, I declare it,

    For I grow my own rams, my own ewes, my own lambs,

    And I shear my own fleece and I wear it.



    By plowing and sowing and reaping and mowing

    All nature provides me with plenty-

    With a cellar well stored and a plentiful board,

    And my garden affords every dainty.



    For here I am king. I can dance, drink and sing.

    Let no one approach as a stranger.

    I will hunt when it's quiet. Come on, let us try it!

    Dull thinking drives anyone crazy.



    I have lawns and bowers. I have fruits and flowers,

    And the lark is my morning alarmer.

    So you jolly boys now, here's godspeed the plow.

    Long life and success to the farmer.

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    die dümmsten Bauern haben die dicksten Kartoffeln

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    Don’t say, “It’s been a good day” till sundown.
    Don’t say, “She’s a good wife” till she’s buried.
    Don’t say, “It’s a good sword” till you’ve tested it.
    Don’t say, “She’s a good girl” till she’s married off.
    Don’t say, “The ice is safe” till you’ve crossed it.
    Don’t say, “The beer is good” till you’ve drunk the last of it.

    From Hávamál, a Norse poem

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    Don’t say, “It’s been a good day” till sundown.
    Don’t say, “She’s a good wife” till she’s buried.
    Don’t say, “It’s a good sword” till you’ve tested it.
    Don’t say, “She’s a good girl” till she’s married off.
    Don’t say, “The ice is safe” till you’ve crossed it.
    Don’t say, “The beer is good” till you’ve drunk the last of it.

    From Hávamál, a Norse poem

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    Don’t say, “It’s been a good day” till sundown.
    Don’t say, “She’s a good wife” till she’s buried.
    Don’t say, “It’s a good sword” till you’ve tested it.
    Don’t say, “She’s a good girl” till she’s married off.
    Don’t say, “The ice is safe” till you’ve crossed it.
    Don’t say, “The beer is good” till you’ve drunk the last of it.

    From Hávamál, a Norse poem

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    Don’t say, “It’s been a good day” till sundown.
    Don’t say, “She’s a good wife” till she’s buried.
    Don’t say, “It’s a good sword” till you’ve tested it.
    Don’t say, “She’s a good girl” till she’s married off.
    Don’t say, “The ice is safe” till you’ve crossed it.
    Don’t say, “The beer is good” till you’ve drunk the last of it.

    From Hávamál, a Norse poem

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    A to Z of Religions

    Acclaim Arrogant Absolutes.

    Bellow Bygone Beliefs.

    Casuist Cackling Cabal.

    Deadly Divine Dogma.

    Embellish Earlier Errors.

    Form Fearful Fundamentalists.

    Gaily Gabble Gehenna.

    Hype Holy Hate.

    Ignorantly Idolise Illusion.

    Justify Judgmental Jargon.

    Knowingly Kindle Kulturkampf.

    Lambaste Liberal Learning.

    Machiavellian Mind Moulding.

    Narrate Nescient Nostrum.

    Obligatory Obnoxious Obfuscation.

    Peremptory Pestiferous Panjandrum.

    Quickly Quell Querists.

    Redundant Reactionary Rants.

    Suppress Scholastic Scepticism.

    Totally Trammel Tolerance.

    Ululate Useless Utterances.

    Vaticinate Vicious Vengeance.

    Wailing Wearisome Waffle.

    Extol Excessive Exaltation.

    Y? Y? Y?

    Zany Zealous Zealots.
    Don’t say, “It’s been a good day” till sundown.
    Don’t say, “She’s a good wife” till she’s buried.
    Don’t say, “It’s a good sword” till you’ve tested it.
    Don’t say, “She’s a good girl” till she’s married off.
    Don’t say, “The ice is safe” till you’ve crossed it.
    Don’t say, “The beer is good” till you’ve drunk the last of it.

    From Hávamál, a Norse poem

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    a liberal nother

    I'm a liberal mother
    I steal my daughter's claes
    I wear wonderbras and mini skirts
    she wears vests and leggings
    I go partying till all hours
    she goes to M74 meetings
    and lectures me on late nights and early mornings
    I roll a joint and slam doors
    she shakes her head
    and hopes that i'll grow up eventually
    she's merr sensible
    than I'll ever be
    but still
    I'm buying her a handgun
    and a lifetime's supply of bullets
    for her 16th birthday
    Karen Thomson
    Don’t say, “It’s been a good day” till sundown.
    Don’t say, “She’s a good wife” till she’s buried.
    Don’t say, “It’s a good sword” till you’ve tested it.
    Don’t say, “She’s a good girl” till she’s married off.
    Don’t say, “The ice is safe” till you’ve crossed it.
    Don’t say, “The beer is good” till you’ve drunk the last of it.

    From Hávamál, a Norse poem

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    The farm hands lament

    I'll eat no more of your barley bread,
    I'll drink no more of your water.
    I'll sleep no more in your flea ridden bed
    Nor court your puddin' faced daughter

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    die dümmsten Bauern haben die dicksten Kartoffeln

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